Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.